lyrics
We're breaking up into pieces,
ill collect them all like a zigsaw,
glue them back together with your tears.
Your sitting here writing this song,
goose pimples seem to come along,
they whisper for awhile then they're off.
Then my mind starts to spring when i start to sing,
about you, about you.
This heart starts to beat but this overrated meat,
has got me in the shit so many times,
yes about you, about you, about you.
Shes the sniper of my chest with magazines filled with beauty tips,
to cover up the saddness in your eyes.
Then finally the penny drops on childish ways to kill us off.
Her minds made up, made up of bits and bobs.
Then my mind starts to spring when i start to sing,
about you, about you.
This heart starts to beat but this overrated meat,
has got me in the shit so many times,
yes about you, about you, about you.
Slowly you get up for work, feed the cats then jump into the shower to wash your armor for the day ahead.
In there do you think about the man lying in your bed that might wreck your plans of fortunes that you've made,
because you deserve a better man who'll treat you right and understand the way you think and how you plan out your life,
but maybe it's my head that's not right for all this life been told its not screw on tight and empty just a skull.
My mind starts to spring when i start to sing,
about you, about you.
This heart starts to beat but this overrated meat,
has got me in the shit so many times,
about you, about you, about you.
This songs about you, about you all about you.
So we're breaking off into pieces, ill collect them all like a zigsaw,
then glue them back together with your tears.
credits
from
Rip Through Her Sky,
track released November 2, 2011
Leanne Doherty - Backing vocals
Conor Crampsie - Drums/Percussion
Ruairi Connolly - Vocals/Rhythm/Lead/Bass guitar
Niall dalton - Produced/mixed/mastered
Song by Ruairi Connolly
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